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Caroline sat in her window seat, posing for the photographer. Her friends and sister wore their blue dresses. It was time to go.
The photographer agreed. “All done. I’ll be right behind you,” she promised, running out to snap shots while they piled in the limo.
Caroline’s phone rang as her dad held the door for her. She had a small handbag on her shoulder that Kim was going to keep track of throughout the day.
She stopped dead and covered her mouth. “No.”
Accident on Knox. Come quick.